…
-fall:
she makes her
self
(invisible)
(invincible)
(indivisible)
impossibly small. curls
into the sly smile
of that wily harvest
moon. rides out the
storm by counting
stars. carves
her name in songs
without a sound.
flying,
she is
frozen.
free
-zing, she is found.
,,
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This is as gorgeous as a sigh at sunrise.
I love the zing in freezing… we need those bright spots.
oh nthis made me jump out of my chair in exclamation at the close…sooooooo good…sooooooo you.
Big smile here.
Love the line breaks! Lovely voice!
This is so gorgeous De, I especially love ‘curls into the sly smile of that wily harvest moon. rides out the storm by counting stars’ xxx
I liked the idea of being frozen in order to be found however that freezing might restrict her freedom.
Your trademark wordplay has me smiling, De! Nobody does it better.
Beautifully done, as usual.
I like this, it feels surreal…
Amazing wordplay here, De. I felt like I was flying!
“curls
into the sly smile
of that wily harvest
moon. ”
That is stunningly beautiful
Great inventiveness – love the last line – leaving the reader (me) hanging – and then the turn at the end. V. nice. Thanks.
this is just so De(lightful)!
Oh, such great images, and then that ending, which I found open to all sorts of interpretations. Very clever word wrangling. We all want to ride that moon. I do, anyway.
LOVE the title….leadng into the first word. You are absolutely the BEST at word play! smiling at the ending and for every word inbetween too!l 🙂
This poem is gorgeously unexpected and written in a creative and surprising way. I love the “sly smile of that wily harvest moon.”
Ha, that zing was a nice humorous touch. I am intrigued by this enigmatic character.